Lyrics:
Non porto catene già drippo da solo
Nel corpo la rabbia mista a sangue sporco
Guarda che i pesi che compri non coprono l'odio
Le vedo le crepe che
And a crown he will give on that great judgement morning
What a happy reunion in heaven will be
[ ac.guitar ]
No crepes on the door in that beautiful city no
up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flyin' everywhere I left
leave
I don't want you to cry no more
I said but when I leave this time honey
I'm gonna hang crepe on your door
Hmmmm
I gets up in the morning
Over on the old Kentucky shore
Once dwelled a fair young maiden
Now there's a crepe upon her door
The angels took my darling
God needed the one I loved
up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flyin' everywhere I left
'Cause he was doing her wrong
So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard
chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin' fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love
(Girls,
now
I was standing in an artsy fartsy uptown restaurant
A few frozen dinners ago
When I stumbled on a waiter full of crêpe suzettes
And I ran out
She was Boston, I was Vegas,
She was crepe suzette, I was pie,
She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her.
She was Mozart, I was Macy,
She
She was Boston, I was Vegas,
She was crepe suzette, I was pie,
She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her.
She was Mozart, I was Macy,
She
you wrong."
God damn his soul."
Frankie ran back to her crib-joint,
Three little pieces of crepe
Fixin' to do him some harm.
Hanging on the crib-joint
heart sing
Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-o
My little gal in Calico
(You can have your gal
Dressed in silk and satin
Tose who dress to shape
And crepe
'Cause he was doing her wrong
So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard
thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy
grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned
thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy
crepe"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat
Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But
Sipping Blanco smoking on tea leaves,
Isn't this great, strawberry Crepes,
Down in Capri in the Grotto we play,
Up next Sardinia, me and little Tina,
cervello con le crepe
Benzina, benzodiazepina, si consiglia una pastiglia dopo i pasti
Ansiolitico è un amore chimico
Confetti colorati, con effetti non
toujours
Le cœur crêpé de noir, comme toujours
A petits pas d'espoir, comme toujours
Et les cendres reviennent, comme toujours
A petits pas de peine, comme
copains et les chansons
Pour pouvoir écrire le premier couplet
On avait des crêpes au Grand Marnier
Les crêpes étaient bonnes mais trop salées
comme Dany Boon ou Adam Sandlers
Les étale comme des crêpes
C'est la routine c'est pas la chandeleur
En vrai j'ai une pile de 'blèmes
C'en est pas un
Una storia d'amore
Una possibile guerra
Un libro sul vandalismo
Una poesia naturale
Suicidiamo una stella
Ricoperta di crepe
Diamole una ragione
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